Micro Draco Tattoo Novels & Stories

The large tattoo of a black bird etched on his chest as he lay on the floor bare and cold that day made her heart ache the most. It was shortly after her sixteenth birthday that Draco got the tattoo, right over his heart. The image of a Raven, the bird she was named after. He never admitted to anyone why he got the tattoo or what it meant but he didn’t really need to, it was clear for everyone to see— He marked his heart with her name. What else could it mean? She sighs and rolls out of her bed, her eyes red, heavy and burning. She reaches underneath her bed and pulls out a small box.

“Shit!” “I keep telling you not to struggle, but your resilience is really impressive.” Startled to find his voice so close, I turned my head to find him leaning down to my height, his face inches away from mine. “You should know when to quit, farfalla, don’t get your wings torn off just yet.” Before I could understand what was going on, Draco had parted the robe from my shoulder slightly before his fingers lightly traced the butterfly tattoo on my shoulder that I had gotten when I was still a naïve sixteen year old girl.

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

Draco admitted truthfully. "What's your name, little one?" Draco asked him. "Finn," Finlay said pointing his finger at himself as he looked at Draco with keen interest. Little toddler's eyes zeroed at Draco's tattoos and he watched them with sheer curiosity. Draco watched as the kid let his guard down and gaped at his inky skin. "You can touch if you want," He murmured and the kid looked at him but didn't make any move. Draco gave him a small reassuring smile which caused his eyes to widen and he slowly yet hesitantly stepped closer before lightly poking the ink on his arm.

It was low and commanding. Draco obeyed without a word, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. Bryce’s pulse raced in his throat, but he couldn’t stop staring at the tattoo carved into Dom’s back. An intricate image of a woman’s face, beautiful and haunting, her eyes seeming almost alive against his skin. Maybe his wife? Cause' it looked nothing like Marcia. Bryce bowed quickly when he snapped back to reality, his hands trembling at his sides. “M-Master…” he whispered, barely able to form the word.

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

I say to him. “Wait, I have something for you,” Draco says. He leaves to table and runs up the stairs. What on earth is this man doing? He is up the stairs and back down in a flash. He gets back down on his knee and presents me with a small ring box. “Tatina Maria, Will you be my partner in life forever?” Draco asks me again while opening the small box for me to see what is inside. “Yes,” I say. He takes the princess cut diamond out of the box and slips it onto my ring finger.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Their top halves were bare, leaving every inch of carved muscle and porcelain skin on display. Azrael’s shifting tattoos stood out brightly against his skin. As for Draco and Orion, they had soft whorls of silver painted along their broad chests and shoulders. Pushing all the lovely, terrible things I wanted to do to them aside, I forced my lips into a pout. “How come they don’t have to wear silk thongs?” Azrael pulled me into his chest with a lopsided grin, “Just say the word, little wolf. We both know my ass would look phenomenal in a thong.”

His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him. Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have y